Before one of the halos disappeared, another one appeared in front of the Void Chong Master. Even though the sword was moving at an extremely fast speed, there was no sound of the blade cutting through the air. It was obvious that the sword force had reached the state of perfection.
Stupid Tea frowned. He could no longer see the gaps in his opponent's sword technique. He only felt as if there were thousands of swords protecting his body. He sighed in his heart. The Tai Chi Sword Technique really lived up to its name.
He had great attainments in sword technique. He understood that his opponent's defense was flawless. However, once he attacked, there would definitely be a gap. He planned to wait for his opponent to exhaust himself. However, the fortress formed by his opponent's swords seemed to be able to move. Thousands of halos surged towards him like waves.
The Void Chong Master did not attack with one move at a time. Instead, he used dozens of sword techniques to form a defense and attack at the same time.
Stupid Tea was shocked. He could not defend himself and could only take a step back.
Song Qingshu nodded in his heart. After they parted on Mount Tai, his Void Chong Master's sword technique had improved a lot.
Each time Stupid Tea took a step back, the halos would take a step forward. In an instant, he had already taken seven to eight steps back.
Even though Stupid Tea was reluctant to compete in the beginning, all swordsmen had their own pride. He had been famous for his sword technique for many years. How would he be willing to lose to a Void Chong Master in public?
He thought about the battle on Mount Tai that year. Song Qingshu broke the Tai Chi Sword Technique of the Void Chong Master in one move. He could totally imitate it.
His eyes fell on the brightest center of his opponent's halos. He raised his sword and stabbed towards it.
However, when he was halfway through, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation on his arm. He knew that his opponent's sword wind had invaded his body. He suddenly realized: Since a Void Chong Master was defeated by this move, why would he continue to leave this gap for others to take advantage of?
He immediately made a decision. He changed his thrusting into a horizontal slash. Suddenly, he started to run around the Void Chong Master in a strange manner.
"Huh? What kind of Qing Gong is this?" When the crowd saw him galloping like a horse, they were all confused. Only Song QingShu understood that this was the Qing Gong from the murals on the Isle of Chivalry. Although it was not the real essence, it was still a very powerful Qing Gong.
After running in this manner for who knew how many laps, suddenly, there was a loud clang. The two swords had been inserted into a nearby pillar. The swords were still trembling and emitting bursts of dragon roars.
Everyone looked back and realized that Stupid Tea and Chong Xu were already empty-handed. They knew that the swords must have clashed and they were both sent flying.
Seeing that it was about time, Yu LianZhou stepped forward to smooth things over. "Senior Brothers, your swordsmanship is indeed brilliant. You've really broadened our horizons."
Chong Xu and Fool Tea exchanged pleasantries. Song Qingshu, on the other hand, frowned slightly. One should know that the Tai Chi Sword was the best at deflecting force. Chong Xu's sword was knocked out of his hand by the opponent's force. It showed that Fool Tea's power was definitely above his.
As for Silly Tea's own sword, it flew out too. It might not have been caused by the recoil, but it was probably faked.
Glancing to the side, Zhang SanFeng also looked over. The two of them exchanged glances for a moment, and it was clear that both of them were thinking of the same thing.
However, since things had come to this point, it would not be good to continue probing. He could only temporarily suppress the doubts in his heart. Coincidentally, it was getting late. Wu Dang had prepared a banquet to entertain all the guests.
The banquet was filled with light dishes. However, most of the guests were cultivators, so they did not really care about it. Only Song Qingshu suffered. He thought that after tomorrow's event, he would have to leave the mountain as soon as possible. Otherwise, he would have to eat these things every day. Wouldn't his mouth be so bland?
During the banquet, Song Qingshu also saw the guests from the other branches of Wu Dang. Among them, Taoist Huang Mu from Xian Du Sect quickly caught his attention. Originally, he thought that as a third-rate sect like Xian Du Sect, the martial arts of its disciples would not be that high. Who knew that Taoist Huang Mu's breathing and breathing technique seemed to have cultivated a very high level of neigong. He was definitely not the weakling that he had imagined.
He told this discovery to Song YuanQiao, planning to find an opportunity to probe the other party. Song YuanQiao shook his head and said, "Taoist Huang Mu is after all a guest from afar. Right now, we do not have any evidence. If we go and make things difficult for him based on speculation, it will really damage Wu Dang Sect's reputation."
After pausing for a moment, he continued, "Let's say that even if there is something wrong with him, us martial brothers are not useless. Moreover, master and you are here. What kind of waves can they stir up?"
Song QingShu agreed. Although there were only four of the Seven Heroes of Wu Dang left, they had been carefully trained by Zhang SanFeng, in addition to dozens of years of bitter training. With their current level of martial arts, they were more than capable enough to become the leader of a major sect in the Jianghu.
In addition, there was also Chong Xu and Priest Ma Zhen on the side to look after them. Even if he and Zhang SanFeng did not make a move, it would be very difficult for the other party to stir up any big waves. After all, this time Wu Dang did not invite all the major sects.
With this thought, he finally relaxed. After the meal, he took Shen Bijun to see the scenery around Wu Dang Mountain.
Thinking that this was the place where her lover grew up, Shen Bijun was very happy. Along the way, she was very happy. However, she suddenly thought of something and her face became a bit worried. "Is it not good for us to sneak out like this?"
Song Qingshu smiled and said, "Don't worry. Now they have to prepare for tomorrow's ceremony. They are very busy. Great Master is worried that you will be neglected, so he specially sent me to be your guide so that you will feel at home."
"Great Master is really a good person." Shen Bijun was filled with emotion. "At first, I thought that he was the kind of person who was very high and dignified. I didn't expect him to be so kind … I think of my grandparents again …"
Seeing her tearful appearance, Song Qingshu wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "From now on, this is your home. Great Master is your grandfather, and my father is also your father."
Shen Bijun nodded. Her worry quickly turned into joy.
After the two of them strolled for a while, Shen Bijun suddenly said, "Show me the room you used to live in."
"Okay." Song Qingshu nodded. In fact, he had not been here since his transmigration. However, he had inherited the memories of his body, so he naturally knew where it was.
Soon, they found his old residence. He found that the windows were bright and clean, and the bedding was neatly folded. There was no spider silk or dust at all. Thinking about how it was so clean even though he had not been back for a few years, it was obvious that Song Yuanqiao often cleaned it. His heart warmed, and he felt more and more like he belonged to this world.
On the other side, in the wing that Mount Wudang prepared for guests, the two strange young Taoist priests returned to their room and closed the door.
"Did you find Song … his whereabouts?" the young one asked.
The older one snorted. "After he left, he took that beautiful girl everywhere to play. Now that he has returned to his room, I don't know what the two of them are doing inside. They are really shameless."
The young one frowned slightly and quickly changed the topic. "With him here this time, I'm afraid we won't be able to complete our mission."
The older one shook his head. "That may not be true. We have a thorough plan. In that situation, no matter how high his martial arts are, it will be useless."
"But what if we accidentally hurt him?" the young Taoist priest couldn't help but ask.
The older Taoist priest was stunned. He said with some uncertainty, "His martial arts are so high, he shouldn't be hurt."
The young Taoist priest looked at him strangely. "Just now, you said that martial arts are useless in that situation."
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